As usual, Christian finds a place to lay, and then settles in like a contortionist to sleep in solitary splendor...or something faintly resembling that.
In the sun...
In my chaise...
Under my lap desk...
Between the pillows...
Touching my lap desk...
In the dog bed...
Under my new lap desk...
In the shade...
In the outside rug...
In hiding...
And blending in...
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